I felt the coldness on my body, and I opened my eyes, I was in a place where all I could see was white. I was walking, but it seems I was walking into circles.
There is nothing but coldness in this place. Is this what they called the afterlife? Did I really die like that?
"Is that what you look like..." I heard someone say, an unfamiliar voice of a woman, her voice was soft. "Who are you?" I asked like anyone would do.
No one was here aside from me, I tried to look for her, but no one was there. "I'm curious about what this person looks like, the person who invaded the story that I created my whole life..." What? What did she say?
"Are you the author of Who Owns the Crown?" I asked even though I knew what she would answer.
